THE LONGBAR [ Ravo' Jacks ]

THE LEGEND

The Building on the photo above kindly provided by Mick Carter of Dalton was once the Village Pub in that it was an Off License where locals could buy drinks and sit outside. It was known by the Ravenfield locals  as the Longbar, whereas a lot of people in Thrybergh referred to it as Ravo' Jacks.

I remember walking from Thrybergh with my older brother Peter, along with his dog Prince. We would walk up past the pit, and then walk through the wood down to old Ravenfield. At the end of the path as you emerged into old Ravenfield there was the Longbar. Of course my brother being a bit of a magician used to disappear inside, and reappear with a beer in his hand, "pure magic" Once finished  we would walk over the Bridge and return to Thrybergh.

Roy Nixon ex resident of Ravenfield writes:-

The “pub” referred to in an earlier report, and known as Ravenfield Jack’s did indeed exist in the old village –however, the entrance was at the front, not the back. It was entered at the top of a small flight of stone steps. On opening the door, a bell on a spring used to announce your arrival! The shop/off licence always seemed to smell damp and musty. On sale were sweets and a few general groceries, as well as bottled beer (which was taken outside and consumed whilst sitting on the wall opposite!) The nearest pubs in those days (pre and during the war) were the Plough at Micklebring, the Fullerton at Thrybergh or the Ball Inn and the Travellers Rest at Bramley.

John Waller of Ravenfield writes:-
There was a Pub of sorts in old Ravenfield it was called Ravenfield Jacks. situated on the left hand side of the road heading towards Hooton Roberts.  There was a path leading to old Ravenfield from Silverwood and came out just at the side of Ravenfield Jacks. some things develop a life of their own and Ravo Jack's has fired the interest of quite a few of my father's friends. John Waller writes When Jack Sanderson owned the long Bar it was also the post office. When he moved to the site at Ravenfield Cross Roads he took the Post office with him. The only trace remaining of this is the post code! The modern day post office has a post code that is out of sequence with the surrounding area. One can only assume that when post codes were introduced the Post Office's records were a little incorrect so the post office was duly logged as being in the old village.